He was dressed as he usually was. A full suit and tie, the clothing looking neither expensive nor cheap. His tie was neatly done, a Winsor knot, and despite it being the end of the day he was still impeccably clean. He looked like an average businessman, someone who worked a desk job and pushed papers. With one glance, no one would expect that he was a Rune Knight purveying the town.
He made his way through the streets, finally breaking his gaze from the auburn sky, and looked at the sheer amount of people who had made their way to the cobble paths. Venders remained packed, restaurants were loud and jovial, and bars were beginning to attract their crowd. Everything seemed relatively normal, peaceful, and safe. Taking a seat on a bench of no particular significance, he took out his pack of cigarettes and placed one between his lips, lighting it with his pack of matches and leaning back comfortably. It was the end of his shift, yet it was too beautiful out to simply go back to his inn. Instead, he would remain out, and try to enjoy a bit of what Hosenka had to offer.